I hate when people ask me
'Are you ok?'
No, I'm not
And you would know this if you actually paid attention
If you looked passed my smiles to see the pain in my eyes
Watched how every other thought causes me to wince
Noticed how I barley sleep
Seen past the terrible lies of 'I'm just stressed'
And called me out on my badly fabricated stories of why I can't see to pay attention
But nobody does, no matter how many hints I give
And I will never reach out
Because in my head it will forever be
A bad time